West African Folk-TalesAfrican Traditional ReligionsLegend / Oral TraditionEnglishShareWest African Folk-Tales 6Project Gutenberg #66923 - EnglishMoreVersion - 1 availableProject Gutenberg #66923LanguageEnglishEspañol‹West African Folk-Tales 0West African Folk-Tales 1West African Folk-Tales 2West African Folk-Tales 3West African Folk-Tales 4West African Folk-Tales 5West African Folk-Tales 6West African Folk-Tales 7West African Folk-Tales 8West African Folk-Tales 9West African Folk-Tales 10West African Folk-Tales 11West African Folk-Tales 12West African Folk-Tales 13West African Folk-Tales 14West African Folk-Tales 15West African Folk-Tales 16West African Folk-Tales 17West African Folk-Tales 18West African Folk-Tales 19West African Folk-Tales 20West African Folk-Tales 21West African Folk-Tales 22West African Folk-Tales 23West African Folk-Tales 24West African Folk-Tales 25West African Folk-Tales 26West African Folk-Tales 27West African Folk-Tales 28West African Folk-Tales 29West African Folk-Tales 30West African Folk-Tales 31West African Folk-Tales 32West African Folk-Tales 33West African Folk-Tales 34West African Folk-Tales 35West African Folk-Tales 36›Tit For TatWest African Folk-Tales 6ListenPlay this chapter in spoken English.Save chapterListen to chapter1There had been a great famine in the land for many months. Meat had become so scarce that only the rich chiefs had money enough to buy it. The poor people were starving. Anansi and his family were in a miserable state. One day, Anansi’s eldest son—Kweku Tsin—to his great joy, discovered a place in the forest where there were still many animals. Knowing his father’s wicked ways, Kweku told him nothing of the matter. Anansi, however, speedily discovered that Kweku was returning loaded, day after day, to the village. There he was able to sell the meat at a good price to the hungry villagers. Anansi immediately wanted to know the secret—but his son wisely refused to tell him. The old man determined to find out by a trick. Slipping into his son’s room one night, when he was fast asleep, he cut a tiny hole in the corner of the bag which Kweku always carried into the forest. Anansi then put a quantity of ashes into the bag and replaced it where he had found it. 2Next morning, as Kweku set out for the forest, he threw the bag, as usual, over his shoulder. Unknown to him, at each step, the ashes were sprinkled on the ground. Consequently, when Anansi set out an hour later he was easily able to follow his son by means of the trail of ashes. He, too, arrived at the animals’ home in the forest, and found Kweku there before him. He immediately drove his son away, saying that, by the law of the land, the place belonged to him. Kweku saw how he had been tricked, and determined to have the meat back. He accordingly went home—made a tiny image and hung little bells round its neck. He then tied a long thread to its head and returned toward the hunting-place. When about half-way there, he hung the image to a branch of a tree in the path, and hid himself in the bushes near by—holding the other end of the thread in his hand. 3The greedy father, in the meantime, had killed as many animals as he could find, being determined to become rich as speedily as possible. He then skinned them and prepared the flesh—to carry it to the neighbouring villages to sell. Taking the first load, he set off for his own village. Half-way there, he came to the place where the image hung in the way. Thinking this was one of the gods, he stopped. As he approached, the image began to shake its head vigorously at him. He felt that this meant that the gods were angry. To please them, he said to the image, “May I give you a little of this meat?” Again the image shook its head. “May I give you half of this meat?” he then inquired. The head shook once more. “Do you want the whole of this meat?” he shouted fiercely. This time the head nodded, as if the image were well pleased. “I will not give you all my meat,” Anansi cried. At this the image shook in every limb as if in a terrible temper. Anansi was so frightened that he threw the whole load on the ground and ran away. As he ran, he called back, “To-morrow I shall go to Ekubon—you will not be able to take my meat from me there, you thief.” 4But Kweku had heard where his father intended to go next day—and set the image in his path as before. Again Anansi was obliged to leave his whole load—and again he called out the name of the place where he would go the following day. The same thing occurred, day after day, till all the animals in the wood were killed. By this time, Kweku Tsin had become very rich—but his father Anansi was still very poor. He was obliged to go to Kweku’s house every day for food. When the famine was over, Kweku gave a great feast and invited the entire village. While all were gathered together, Kweku told the story of his father’s cunning and how it had been overcome. This caused great merriment among the villagers. Anansi was so ashamed that he readily promised Kweku to refrain from his evil tricks for the future. This promise, however, he did not long keep. ‹Previous chapterWest African Folk-Tales 5Next chapterWest African Folk-Tales 7›Similar passagesBy tradition and source labelFind similarCompare selectedCompare with similarAsk Deep ThoughtSelect passages to search for parallels.Tap any verse to select it, then compare selected passages or ask Deep Thought. Public domain in the United States via Project Gutenberg